Novel & Cerita Nika Bradford

I want them to see me as an interruption. Bradford stands over a grill, apron on, tongs in one hand, a glass of whiskey in the other. He’s surrounded by older men—laughing at his jokes or at least pretending to. He turns when he sees me. There’s a flicker of, what? Surprise? Irritation? He hands the apron to the nearest man, the movement too casual. He approaches with a hand out. “To what do I owe this home visit, Chase Sterling?” he says, the sarcasm smooth as a lacquered table.

Did she leave his home? “Yes, sir,” she said, walking towards his room to pack. Nikolas found his mobile phone in his study and checked to see if Brooklyn called him or not. However his eyes popped out seeing around twenty calls from an unknown number and three calls from Brad. He blinked twice with disbelief. Why would Brad call him all of a sudden? He had last met Brad around four years ago when he had gone to check his Finger Lake Vineyards in New York that used to be his home when David Ardolf had adopted him. Seeing his childhood home, all the memories came gushing back and he couldn’t help but drive over to his childhood street in New York City. Although it was a five hour drive away,

Braden shot back catching both of us off guard. His eyes glared tremendously at my direction before he pivoted to walk away. "Braden..." Nicholas tried calling him back but he had already left the ward. Nicholas heaved a sigh and veered his orbs back at me. "Don't be scared ok. Braden can be annoying but trust me he is a good person deep down and he cares for you" That was totally a lie. Braden didn't give two fucks about me. He was literally displaying his true character and Nicholas here thought it was nothing.

I died on my wedding day. My fiancé's hand on my back, my best friend's laugh in my ears, and then nothing. The Moon Goddess gave me one more chance. Same dress. Same date. Same monster waiting at the altar — and this time, I know exactly what he's planning to do to my family the moment I say "I do." So I say "I don't" instead. Before the chaos even settles, the doors explode open. Black armor. Silence falling over the hundreds of guests at once. And a man every Alpha in the room is terrified of, walking straight toward me like he's been waiting his whole life to collect something that was promised to him before I was even born. I thought I was choosing my own fate for the f

He said his goodbyes and wished me luck. I don't Brad seemed...different he had bruises he tried best to conceal, two missing teeth, and an inch of his little finger missing, probably chopped off, I didn't ask questions, maybe his wife to be was an abuser, I don't know and I didn't care he seems happy and that's all that matters. Sigh! I got my problems anyway so I am staying out of it. Natalie and I decided on brunch at Anthony's house, she was uncomfortable at first but I convinced her that's it ok.

The last week had been rough for Brady. While he’d been distracted painting a few rooms in his new house and picking out new furniture, he missed Noelle, and she absolutely refused to return his phone calls or texts. Going by to see her seemed desperate, and he wasn’t ready to be that guy yet, so he decided to come to the parade and see if he could run into her there.

“I know but I will prefer to call you ‘Nic’ just like I did earlier on. I hope that's cool with you?” I blinked and smiled simultaneously. “Sure, it's fine but it reminds me a lot about something and i wouldn't want to talk about it now because it's kinda all lost memory now.” He smiled in return. “It's ok.” And before he could say or do any other thing, I chipped in. “I already know you’re Brad- our star quarterback. The Heisman winner. The guy who basically humiliated the Skyblazers today.” He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Guess I’ve made an impression.”

Bradford hollered loud enough to hurt my ringing ears. “What the fuck man! You are hitting me for that piece of cunt?” Bruce roared while wiping his bloody nose. Bradford inched forward and grabbed him by the collar once again. “She is not just a cunt. She is worth millions in the slave market and she will do good at the auction. You will stay away from her because I will get to keep the full amount only if the buyer does not find any fault with her body. You get that?” “Take your hands off” Bruce glared right back but Bradford let him go only after giving him a warning jerk.

on a daily basis because life here is not cheap. The girl who shouted earlier is Kamila Griffith, my best friend since I've been here at university. Kamila is the daughter of a billionaire like most of the students at Wrentford who are all either daddy's boy or daddy's girl but Kamila and I never let our financial situations interfere with our friendship. And this ‘Brad’, is only Kamila’s childhood friend, he is also a daddy’s boy but he doesn’t want to admit it. Kamila, Brad and I have a few classes together like the one we have with Mr. Langley that's where I met them. It's Brad and Kamila who have the same track as they are both preparing to take charge of the companies of their respectiv

Ted's standpoint 'So, Braddock?' 'Oh. It was painful, but I was determined to get rid of both of them. So, I started gathering my allies secretly, plotted to dethrone my father. It was easy, Brad ended up killing him for me with hopes of taking over, but he was and is still a fool. Did he really think he would be chosen over me, the biological son? I took over but he was embittered. Brad left, don't know where he vanished to but when he came back, he came back for war. Ten times he has escape death, ten times he never stopped trying to kick me off my pedestal. All Brad wants is to make me feel pain, to end me but make me suffer first. He is impossible to get rid off, impossible to stop. Ever